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Expanding time man I’m needle whistled breeze at cactus edgeTeehee giggle shreiks the greedy beasts but guess why rap is deadHence this pen is atlasBacking this ball of madnessCracked and deadSet in math and headin fastTo crash this anti-accidentWith heads and monster markersDueling friends and Brutus’ secretsSleepless months the hunter seeks the meekest fueled on foolish weaknessLet’s move to move to the peaks of marsAin’t seen the ocean’s deep yetSing the pros and cons of congressWe’re the only beast that regressedWith songs about thongs dog as long as we keep the beat freshAnd drool before this crippled popeAnd droolin speech it’s greed festThese thugs need to think hardScarred murderers with weak heartsAnd stars sellin souls for doughMisleadin folks like we godThere’s an ethosLearn to read think seek the release of enochNot the fable feebled knee knockin locked label weasels that greed boughtStock options and say so netards bob to j-loAnd playdoh freezing from mock copped rocks that they copped from jayhoCan’t wait to repay these snake a-holes that claim they slang they yayoBut ate souls from Harvey section eight to Agatite and HazelWith satan in the waitin room your favorite toon and baby cradlesGotta stay in Scripture pray it hits yaCause on this rip death’s an angelSickenin as fake Christian grins and pagans spinnin in bank rollsMakes us grim and stay stone and strays kids from the way homeIt’s simple subtle suckled since infancies slithering fablesWhispering winter upon it’s finger tips just to skin this maple

I sing of that harvestI sing of that breezeAnd stingin footprints and fingernailsAnd deep inhale this sleepI must admit thoughWhen it flips snowRain or hail I tweekIt’s the bad knees in the jealous rebel in you telling you that it’s meI sing of that harvestI sing of that breezeAnd stinging footprints and fingernailsAnd deep inhale this sleepI must admit thoughWhen it flips snowRain or hail I tweekIt’s the bad knees in the jealous rebel in me telling me that it’s me

I seen it all the saw singsThe carpenter’s not realI led my teeth along your long desertAnd measured what I can stealSaw nothing of worthSome furniture along the way I guess I shapedStainless orphan he saidI’m the dust this table must be my nameStained glass hand grooves in the handleMan I seen it all I mean itAsk any handsaw that’s a handsawMan naw I leave paintbrushes bleedinBusy describing what I’m a paint when I’m a paint but why am I painting... I’m table oasis with no places left set to eat atEgo clinks his teeth on his shovelHand me to me to reap the feedbackRight as rusty nails slightly tapped rings peels of lightning see that’sThe problem....He’s a plumber and of no use to the screwy nailsPretending he’s pretending he’s pretendingJesus coming gunnin demons runnin ummin to see the Son at summitFeedin this greedy media beast sleepin with these youngins in it’s stomachTurns mine signed turn mime now it’s gimmicks in his mic checkRipping nothing on purposeTo purpose this image in our likenessLike likeI guess these little rich bitches must think we like stressRight right

From fondulac to Iraq and back it’s life’s testand life’s ledge and red lights and dead mice and what nike saysAnd trife heads and meth pipes white dreads and at life’s ledgeWe read it right they wrote it wrongAnd left all of these mics deadCouldn’t see the writing on the wallThrough all the ballers at the hype festSpittin eat drink be merry dog cause tomorrow your life endsAnd it’s as real as that solo serpentRollin for dough low in his nice benz